Born and raised on New England ground,
Cool as Ice, she seems so nice,
Just keep pressing keys, maybe I'll see,
Alone I am, I am alone,
I'm up to my knees, like a mid-winters
snow,
Let me sit back and ponder awhile,
Open a mental file,
On a sweet gal, nicknamed Sunnysmile!
A girl, who I know has much intuition,
With the power of love to complete the
mission,
Ironically, I lived in a neighboring
town...
Without a peep, without a sound....
Just touching the keys, look what I found.
Standing so tall after much sacrifice,
What to say, what to ask?
Hidden behind this computer screen mask.
This vision I need to set me free,
By some decree, I make this plea...
For now
I drift along on an open sea.
Should I pick up the phone
and cast off from this complacent zone?
Questionable thoughts are the ones I sew,
In my mind, row after row...
drifting still, all that I know....
For me to find direction,
the ocean's wind
must blow.